A truer lifeWill now unfoldNo more painAnd self sufferingIt all endsWhere it beginsA universe on this wavelengthWill transmutateIn other things

Chorus

The moment comesTo eradicateA time to cleanseThe worldThis is self illusionThis has no conclusion

A .38 hangs from his handHis shoulders slung kind of lowSmoking shells lay on the floorAs the blood starts to flowThe sirens scream outside the doorPolice running to the sceneInside a man stands all aloneHis face grinning obscene